Yes, Brenda, I've often thought of the people whose labor provided the pyramids, the castles, the cathedrals, the ophrey chasubles, all for the benefit of someone other than themselves.If they thought it was for the glory of their god, they may have been satisfied in their suffering, but it doesn't mean they didn't suffer.The tadpole, on the other hand, lives to see the error of his imaginings and can only hope a princess comes out of one of those castles to kiss him.

I don't believe there ever "good ole' days"! It's entirely personal - for some life is grand, for others a lot of suffering, for most of us, some of each, regardless of our social status or wealth. But you are so right, the rich-poor divide has always been there. A very informative and thought-provoking piece on the Orphrey. The pollywog poem is so much fun and reminds me of the quote on my blog: "So little yet so much one knowsLike a frog which grows in apuddleKnowing not oceans so ever vastBecomes befuddled by its small...world."Classic Thai poetry translated Seni Pramoj

Thought provoking for sure! I don't know if I prefer those days over now, but life was simpler then than now. And, simpler is good.I imagine that the embroiders felt a sense of pride and accomplishment whenever that garment was worn. I know I would had I been a part of that creative process.

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Born in England in 1931. Evacuated in World War 2. Trained as a teacher at Brighton Training College, Sussex. Taught in London. Moved to Zimbabwe. Seven years later worked on a mail ship. Married Malcolm in Capetown. Two children, Rebecca and Greg. Moved to Australia in 1974. After retirement worked for a publisher. Three grandsons, Blake, Harry and Max. Disabled by stroke in 2013. Now in wheelchair with husband as carer..